Chapter 23 - Caroline - Rated NC-17 maybe even X-rated -- LFN Storyboard 2

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Date Posted: 02:03:57 05/21/11 Sat
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Chapter 23 - Caroline - Rated NC-17 maybe even X-rated
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "The Recruit (working title) - Michael pre-LFN story" on 03:47:50 04/25/11 Mon

Warning: If you can't handle reading about Michael being with anyone other than Nikita, turn back now.

This is your last chance.

Chapter 23 - Caroline � Rated NC-17 maybe even X-rated

The candle sticks were burnt halfway down, its flickering lights casting shadows around the room and on the bed. The light danced across the two entwined figures, bathing the naked bodies in a warm glow. The amber light played off the red tresses of the woman, who shook her head from side to side in ecstasy. That same light set off the auburn locks of the man bent down toward the woman, caressing those curls as the woman buries her hand into his hair.

�Yes, Michael!�

Caroline could barely string together a coherent thought as Michael�s tongue found yet another sensitive spot. Her entire body was humming, completely attuned to the attention paid by this man, the one she had been craving for months. She gasped as Michael�s tongue dip into the hollows between her spread thighs, setting off a firestorm of sensations.

She grabbed a fist full of sheets as that skilled tongue toyed with the responsive nub; each lick pushing her closer and closer to release. Michael drew back slightly and blew gently over her over sensitized core. She tightened the grip in his silky curls, demanding his touch as she using her legs, which was draped over his shoulders to pull him closer. He rubbed his stubbles lightly against her sensitive folds, the friction driving her wild.

�Michael!�

Hearing the snarl in her voice, he obliged by sucking her core hard, sending her over the edge into blissful oblivion. Her body was still shaking from the orgasm when Michael dipped his head lower to lick her wet walls with his talented tongue. Her hips jerked with each firm stroke, as he ruthlessly took her up and over the peak again before she could fully recover from her last shattering orgasm.

�Please, please, please��

She was begging, not knowing if she was begging him to continue, to let her recover, or to take her all over again. All she could focus on was that insatiable need, a need to be closer to this man. She was still shuddering, her entire body shaking from the explosive orgasm as Michael unhooked her legs from his shoulders and prowl up her body gracefully.

He tilted her hips up as he guided himself into her. She held her breath as the broad head penetrated her, stretching her exquisitely. Her core was a mass of exposed nerves as he pushed that impossibly thick shaft deep inside. Her body exploded again before he finished that initial stroke.

Her senses were overwhelmed by the silky texture of his hair, his spicy scent that was incredibly addictive, and at the feel of him stretching her fully. She looked up to meet his beautiful eyes, glistening in the candlelight, mysterious and unreadable. His lashes fluttered down to shield his thoughts from her and claim her lips in a drugging kiss.

She gasped against those sensuous lips as he slowly stroked, each thrust deeper than the next. The edge of her vision receded until only Michael existed; only he mattered. He shifted position to thrust even deeper, the broad head of his shaft hitting deep against her most sensitive core. She clutched Michael�s broad shoulders, digging her nails into him, as he quickened his strokes. She was spiraling out of control as his thrusts grew exquisitely rougher. That broad head hit deep inside her core several times until she jerked in rapture of a glorious release. The last thing she noticed before blacking out was Michael trembling from his own release and the sound of her scream of bliss.

Caroline slowly woke up, feeling happier than she�s ever felt in her entire life. Her body was pleasantly sore with a heavy lassitude after the explosive orgasms. She was wrapped up in Michael�s arms, surrounded by his intoxicating scent. Her body still trembled from aftershocks, which wasn�t helped as Michael�s hand circled her shoulder soothingly.

She looked up at Michael who was staring blankly up at the ceiling. She laid her head back down wanting to prolong this moment and to pretend that her lover was in her bed voluntarily and not because he was ordered to. Unbidden tears filled her eyes at the thought, replacing the happiness she was enveloped in.

�Caroline? Are you all right?�

She should have known her momentary melancholy would be noticed by Michael. She blinked back her tears and gave him a smile. �I�m fine. I�m more than fine. Thank you.�

He looked at her with unreadable eyes, studying her face carefully. �Would you like me to leave?�

�No. Not yet please. Can you just hold me a little longer?�

�Of course.�

She closed her eyes and laid her head against his smooth muscular chest. She remembered what Elsbeth had warned her about once she proceeded down this path.

�You might become even more attached once his training is intensified�

She knew now that Michael was permanently etched into her being and she would never be able to get him out of her system, from her heart. When the time came for him to complete his training and start serving as a Valentine operative, pieces of her would slowly die until nothing would be left. She also knew she wouldn�t trade this moment, this feeling of completeness wrapped in his arms for any reason.

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